Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 33

Chapter 33 What’s in The Sculpture

The dust cleared, revealing what had fallen out of the sculpture.

It was a white bone palm. The palm of that hand was in a holding position, holding a packet of things inside the hand, wrapped in kraft

paper.

David immediately hugged Susie and covered her eyes.

Michael opened his mouth and felt a chill in the hard sun.

“You send Susie back first,” Michael said.

Susie, “I won’t.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, David stood up with her in his arms and quickly walked back.

“Susie, be good. This is not a place where children can stay. Go back and play at home with Grandma, while uncles take care of some things.”

“Remember, the one who just smashed the sculpture is your uncle Michael, who introduced you to the hammer and ended up getting too excited to accidentally smash the sculpture into a big hole.”

Susie was puzzled, “Is that so? Why would we lie to the police?”

David was dumbfounded for a moment and said in a muffled voice, “Just listen to your uncle David.”

Susie leaned over David’s shoulder and said, “Okay.”

David dropped Susie off at home and left in a hurry.

Alana hurriedly asked someone to make food for Susie, who sat upright on the couch and asked in a whisper.

“Why do we cheat the police? The police are not the bad guy.”

Mitch sat cross-legged to one side, holding something in his hand and

looking through it.

He said carelessly, “Police are not bad guys, but do not rule out bad guys inquiring about. Thinking about if others know that you are so strong, they would slice you to study. How do you do it?”

Susie’s little body straightened up and waved her hands, “I don’t want to slice.”

Alana just came over with a peeled apple, only to hear Susie say no slices.

She laughed and said, “Okay, no slicing, or dicing. Just eat it whole.”

It wasn’t until Alana handed over the apple that she realized that Grandma was talking about the apple.

Mitch saw the little one’s dumbfounded look and couldn’t help but hook his lips.

He raised his hand and grabbed the female ghost out of the soul gourd.

“Why is your hand there?” Mitch asked as he looked at the female ghost’s hand.

As a ghost, she had hands.

Only when the tragedy of death was revealed could they see the mutilation, so Mitch did not even notice before.

After death, the body should be intact, to go to good birth, so the ancients would be so concerned about the ‘death of the whole body’.

The female ghost spookily said, “That day when I was smashed to death, my hand was smashed off. I still have the money in my hand.”

Female ghosts still thought about the money when she died, grabbed to death.

“It’s because I don’t have this hand that I’m not willing to go to

reincarnation, and I’ve been floating around for the past five years just to get my hand back.”

Mitch looked through a book and asked faintly, “Don’t you know that the packet of ‘salt’ isn’t salt?”

The female ghost was silent.

Mitch sneered, “Knowing it’s something bad, and ignoring your conscience for money. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end.”

He did not know how the hand of the female ghost was put into the sculpture. But now that the police had found the hand. As long as they could extract Mara’s fingerprints on top of the greaseproof paper that wrapped the money, then Mara was finished.

Off to the side, Susie was concentrating on eating an apple. She took a bite out and handed it to Alex who picked it up and clicked it to eat. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

One person and one bird were race-like and the apple was gone. Alana said cheerfully, “Do you want to have cakes, I will get them for you.”

Susie’s mouth curled and she said good-naturedly, “Thank you, Grandma.”

With no more adults in the living room, Susie suddenly cocked her head and shoved the apple core into Alex’s mouth.

“Here’s a big fart for you.”

Alex tossed his head, flinging the apple cores to the ground, and grunted, “It stinks. It stinks.”

Susie was amused.

Mitch on the side can’t help but follow the laugh. When he first saw the child, she was still cautious, numb like a small robot without any sense.

Now it seemed to be opening up and getting softer and cuter.

While laughing, suddenly a cold voice rang out, “A girl, moving around and talking about ass, what will others think when they hear it?”

Mara had just returned from an outing and was upset.

When she heard Susie say ass, and Alex flung the apple core at her feet, she was instantly more upset.

The smile on Susie’s face vanished and she pursed her lips, “Aunt Mara.”

Mara frowned, “Don’t call me aunt Mara. It’s bad luck to have a kid like you in our family.”

She had her bag in her hand, noble and subdued, yet there was a hint of disgust under her eyes.

It was because of her that her relationship with David suddenly deteriorated and the whole Murray family told David to divorce her.

Susie couldn’t help but remember what her grandmother used to say, saying that she was a sweeping calamity and that it was bad luck to see her.

She used to be afraid to talk back to her grandparents for fear of starvation. But now, she felt courageous in her heart.

“I’m not unlucky,” Susie said.

When Mara heard this, she was annoyed. What did this damn girl mean? Was it saying that her heart was not right?

Mara banged the bag in her hand and heaved it on the checkroom, lecturing, “How do you talk to your elders?”

“When an elder asks, do not deceive; when an elder orders, do not delay. Don’t you understand this principle? I am talking to you, you listen to me

well, now educate you for your good.

Susie pursed her lips and shook her head, “Aunt Mara isn’t doing Susie a favor. You are just doing yourself a favor.”

Mara was annoyed that she had the nerve to talk back. This kid was annoying.

She scanned the room and didn’t see Alana or Craig, thinking they had gone to the nursing home.

Today, the 10th was the day of the month when Alana must go to treatment. So, she walked up to Susie, clasped her arms, and reprimanded coldly, “Stand up.”

Susie shook her head. Aunt Mara’s face was even darker, and the black fog had clouded her head. Even the eyes were almost covered by the black fog, revealing only two eyeballs.

Whoever stands still was stupid.

Susie hugged Alex and ran away.

Mara was stunned to see that she actually dared to run and frowned angrily, “Stop right there.”

The Murray family estate was a large mansion with a separate kitchen and living room. So, Susie thumped over to the kitchen.

Mara originally always remembered that she was a noblewoman of a luxurious family, and should be elegant and dignified, decent and gentle. But everything she experienced today made her irritable for no reason, and she just wanted to take it out.

Reason told her not to be general with Susie. But she can’t suppress the hostility.

“Susie.” Mara’s voice was drawn out, rather eerily. “Do you think you can

run?”

Today, she had to educate her. No one could stop it.